When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Sunday 6 November 2016
She says it's c**p
I wonder just how good I'd have to be before my daughter says my painting is even okay.
I know I'm hardly Michelangelo but I am getting better - ish.
White water?
ReplyDeleteIt's actually blue to match the sky but it didn't come out quite right.
Deletei'm changing it to a raging river.
I like both of them.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm getting better but I'm still going to pay someone to do my next book cover.
ReplyDeleteI love the comment. Don't tell my husband about it. I'm always saying, 'I already discussed this with you and you said yes.'
ReplyDeleteSneaky. Of course I'd never say such a thing to my beloved - allegedly.
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